Trying to fathom
the science of colours, the
beautiful swarm of
shades and tinges: the abyss
and the heaven in your eyes.

Breaking the habit by breaking the heart
inch by inch, gaze by gaze: it's
a dark matter of time.

Must confess something:
I realized that for now
I do not know the

time of need for you
have become too important,
too much loved. I'm not

afraid of you but
the possibility what
this feeling could do with me.

I become a real
mermaid by your side, but just
like in that danish

fairy-tale, I shed
no tear when I cry; make no
sound when my heart is

broken; smile when I
dance on razorblades of your
human love; cease to

exist by turning
to sea foam when the love of
yours toward me is no more.

Uttering those words
out loud as if they 'd been just
discovered, you did
bring them into their knees like
a newfound land's conqueror.

This heart of mine is
a wanderer nomad and
now it is on the

loose. It became wroth
and restless for the mind is
bowed down; the shameful

armistice is now
signed. Because it is still
aware that if it

gave upon on you,
if it ceased to love, it would
cease to beat eternally.

There is no doubt that
you have the endless power
to destroy me. The
real question is, whether you
intend to do it or not.